Blinking at the fish that flopped weakly on the dirt, Reyamet looked back to Willow and smiled. "I'll go get the firewood!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, his curiosity about the 'flying damn' already forgotten.
The bright blue cattaur may not have known how to gut or cook fish, but he could still feel useful collecting firewood. Evi had always been the one to take care of him, but she had let him get wood, and had taught him what the best kind of wood for fires was.
